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I stared in amazement at the large brown orbs that were expressing the same emotion.
Isabella, the word I thought wouldn't enter my head for many years, a word I had forced out of my brain and hoped it wouldn't enter again.
Isabella, the girl I had killed. No not killed, drained the life from and ripped away her future.
Yet I was sure I had the girl once again in my arms.
My hold loosened and she stepped away from me, I watched as her form blurred and shimmered before disappearing.
My hands clutched at the space she had previously occupied, they groped once, twice, three times before my arms fell slack at my sides.
I was mad, absolutely and unquestionably mad.
I knew then I would not tell anybody about this, ever. Especially not my family.
I had vowed I would hold it together around my family, whatever happened. This still came under that category.
I had to distract myself, do something to keep my mind from wandering but what could I do? I had read all the books in the house and hunted not two days ago. It was then I really wished I were human. Sleep would be an appropriate to distract my mind, even if the events of today replayed in my mind.
I walked over to my leather lounge and flopped onto the squishy hide. My fingers traced the lines of the cotton that held the thing together. I stared hard at the tough material, trying to use my vision to its limits. I didn't know what I expected, maybe to see the microscopic germs I knew ran over the surface of the hide and everywhere else for that matter.
My fingers walked over the dints on the lounge made by my weight. The motion reminded me of my piano. I smiled and stood quietly and made my way to it.
I walked slowly, my mind was thinking of a melody. A slow beat with wavering tunes that showed my boredom and guilt, but only a professional would know what it expressed.
My fingers were moving in front of me, playing the notes that resonated inside my head. I sat in the stool and stroked the polished wood. My fingers moved an inch over the keyboard, practicing before so as to not annoy my family with my constant mistakes.
Once I was sure I had the song and notes right I let my fingers played on the keyboard. I pressed lightly and let my hands follow the rhythm in my head. The song played better than I imagined, it showed all my feelings of the previous minutes. It wasn't a particularly sad or moving song, neither was it happy, just a tune that made you want to hum along.
It was almost dawn and my family swayed to the tune absentmindedly as the descended the stairs. Esme wore a soft smile and was humming quietly along with the tune.
Alice walked along with the rhythm, her steps bouncy slightly with the beat swaying at the same time. My sister sat on the stool beside me and smiled; when the last note was played I let my arms fall to my sides.
She hugged me, which I responded to with a smile and a squeeze back.
"That was lovely Edward," Esme said from across the room, I smiled a bit sheepishly at the comment.
The feeling had returned but I ignored it, until I felt a soft wind at my neck, like someone was breathing behind me. I turned, expecting one of my family but they were still in their previous positions.
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